Study Monster Cultivation System

Chapter 116 - 115 As a Study Demon, how can I not be eager to try?

Outside the classroom, Yu Hong’s eyes widened.

"Lin Yujing wants to give up?"

Li Zheng raised his arm, "The principal is still waiting, let’s walk and talk."

"No, this won’t do, she’s about to make the provincial team, how could she do this?" Yu Hong could hardly control her emotions, and she was about to charge into the classroom.

But before she had even stepped into the classroom, she caught sight of the joyful scene where Lin Yujing and Zhang Xiaoke were pinching each other’s faces.

The two were giggling endlessly, laughing so hard that even Yu Hong felt a bit tickled.

For a long time, every time in the chemical research office, Lin Yujing always had a troubled frown.

Yu Hong had never seen Lin Yujing laugh like this before.

At eighteen, she fluttered gently, her smile blossoming among the peach and plum branches.

Even Yu Hong’s old heart could hardly withstand it.

Yu Hong, when had she not been a young high school girl in her prime?

"She’s let go of chemistry," Li Zheng said with a soft sigh beside her, "We should let go of her too."

Yu Hong turned around in surprise.

Looking at Li Zheng’s expression, like that of an old father.

Thinking of the thorny road they had traveled.

Only then did she realize.

This smile.

Who was protecting it.

"..." Yu Hong stood at the doorway, indecisive, torn between going in and walking away, never in her life had she felt such turmoil, "Does she truly... hate chemistry that much... "

"Yes, I used some tricks to force her to take part in the preliminary contest," Li Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, commandingly, "That matter is over now. Next, she will prepare fully for the physics competition. The responsibility that was Lin Yujing’s, can be left to me. I’ll bring back the national gold, Teacher Yu."

"You..." Yu Hong glared at Li Zheng and then looked at Lin Yujing. In the end, she turned around and stormed off, "National gold is dozens of times harder than the provincial level. You’ve got yourself a big problem, kid! Follow me to the principal’s office first."

"No problem, I like challenges," Li Zheng said with a smile, following her, "If it weren’t difficult, why would I bother learning it?"

...

On the way to the principal’s office, Li Zheng got a rough understanding of the training camp and the national finals.

Firstly, Jijing was not an absolute powerhouse in chemistry; it was somewhere above the middle nationwide.

For example, last year, Jijing’s provincial cut-off score for the national preliminaries was around 55, while in Zhe Ji provinces, the cut-off score reached 70, and in Xiang Chuan provinces, it exceeded 65 as well.

Without a doubt, the strong were scattered all over the country.

After the results of the local preliminary contests were out, the Chemical Societies of most provinces would call in the top scores for training camps based on the national final spots allotted to their province, strengthening theoretical knowledge and experimental content before selecting the best dozen or so to compete in the nationals.

Competitions are that brutal.

Plain provincial winners wouldn’t even have a chance to get a ticket for the ticket-qualifying match for the national finals.

Next, the national finals, where the strong gather, will take place in December.

This national final is also the nation’s top chemistry camp, hosted by the Chinese Chemical Society and organized by a certain university, lasting six to seven days.

The theoretical examination and the experimental examination will be scheduled for the third and fourth days, each worth 100 points, with a total of 200 points.

Afterwards, various activities and academic exchange meetings take place while the scores are coordinated and finalized.

Finally, during the closing ceremony, first, second, and third place prizes are awarded.

About a week later, the Chemical Society will announce the national training team roster, gathering dozens of the Chosen Ones for the final round of selection, to choose the four ultimate Chosen Ones to compete at IChO (International Chemistry Olympiad)!

Looking at past results, the Chinese team averages three international gold medals a year and often experiences an even greater haul—a testament to the nation’s formidable strength in chemistry competitions.

Simply put.

The upcoming battles in the Chem Competitions.

Will be fought by monsters.

One-in-a-hundred-thousand, one-in-a-million kind of monsters.

At this thought, Li Zheng’s gaze burned even hotter.

Imagining the opportunity to be in the presence of Ou Xing Zhuo, Wu Shu, Cobalt God, and academic titans from across the country—masters, gods, immortals, and supreme beings of study.

I, the Study Demon, am no less eager to try.

...

The principal’s office.

Vice-Principal Liu Xiao Dong had been waiting for some time, eagerly shaking Li Zheng’s hand as soon as he arrived.

This school leader, transferred from the Northeast region, had dark skin and a sturdy build, his hair neatly combed back. Though dressed in a shirt and trousers, his speech was filled with a forthright and genuine warmth.

This vice-principal was a recent transfer to Lake Ying Middle School, last year in fact.

It was rumored that because the former, much older principal was getting on in years, a younger and ambitious cadre was brought in early to prepare for succession.

In less than three weeks after joining the school, Liu Xiao Dong initiated a series of actions, determined to make Lake Ying a key school in the city during his tenure, leading to the attempt for a model school certification, causing quite a stir among the staff, with some even disliking him.

Yet, Li Zheng understood. His career and the students’ academic paths weren’t at odds.

They just conflicted with the teachers’ workload.

In the office, Liu Xiao Dong grasped Li Zheng’s hands tightly, obviously delighted to have a top provincial scorer fall from the sky.

"You’ve brought honor to us, to our school!" Liu Xiao Dong said while shaking hands and turned to Yu Hong, "Where’s Lin Yu Jing?"

Yu Hong’s face showed difficulty.

"She’s preparing for the physics competition," Li Zheng answered for her, "Her chemistry isn’t great, she’s too timid for chemistry experiments, won’t make it to the provincial team, and has higher prospects in the physics competition."

On hearing this, Liu Xiao Dong’s face showed a hint of worry but he quickly shrugged it off with a laugh.

"Can’t help it; after all, it’s Lin Yu Jing. Whatever she wants to compete in, we should just let her—it’s better than not wanting to compete at all," he then gestured for Li Zheng and Yu Hong to take a seat, generously continuing, "Li Zheng, rest assured, whether Lin Yu Jing is with us or not, the school will fully support your competition efforts. Whatever you need, just say it, feel free to ask.

If needed, you can even take a month off for intensive training."

"That won’t be necessary," said Li Zheng frankly, "I can handle the theoretical part myself, it’s the experimental part that’s difficult. I barely know how to use an alcohol burner."

Liu Xiao Dong immediately turned to Yu Hong.

"We’re already arranging it," Yu Hong replied, "My spouse will soon arrange for a doctoral student to coach Li Zheng intensively. At a minimum, they’ll have won a national gold medal and have lab work experience."

"I appreciate the trouble you’re taking, Teacher Yu, and please extend my thanks to Professor Zhong as well," Liu Xiao Dong expressed his thanks enthusiastically and did not forget to add, "The school will cover any training expenses necessary."

"No need for that," Yu Hong signaled to Li Zheng, suggesting, "If the coaching is good, just treat them to a meal. If it’s not satisfactory, just say so and we’ll figure something out."

Liu Xiao Dong quickly chimed in: "Just make sure to get a receipt; the school will reimburse it."

Hearing this, Li Zheng’s eyebrows shot up in delight: "Any meal? As many as I want?"

Liu Xiao Dong was taken aback at the response.

He was just being courteous, but the boy took it seriously?

Seemed like he was planning to eat the school out of house and home.

Even as a principal, he had never met anyone like this and found himself momentarily at a loss for words.